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It was 1 AM. The real party was over; the chaos had just begun.

Nobody knows where it came from—perhaps a stray from the nearby finca —but a small, grey donkey wandered into the square, attracted by the spilled cider and the chaos. It was unfazed. It was majestic. It walked directly to Lucía, sniffed her tiara, and ate it. despedidas de soltera en arriondas

Lucía looked at the river, silver under the moon. She thought of Javier, her fiancé, who organized his socks by color and had once made her a spreadsheet for their wedding guest list. He was boring. He was safe. He was also the only person she knew who would have stopped the fight with Hugo by simply saying, "I hope you're happy, too, man." It was 1 AM

Her friends joined in. Then the bartender from La Plaza . Then even Hugo, defeated, let out a chuckle. The donkey, having made its point, wandered off into the night toward the bridge over the Sella. It was unfazed

"He wouldn't," Lucía agreed. "He'd have shooed it away with a PowerPoint."